Extra Credit - Brianna - Sex Stories

Extra Credit - Brianna

... halting breath as her hands, along with all the bracelets, and bands encircling her wrists adding their tune to the still air while unbuckling my belt. "We gotta gets you out here no don't we?" Brianna said very matter of factly. The girl got my button and zipper opened faster than I think I could do, maybe she was experienced at it. My hard on was sticking through my boxers and they had a wet spot. I was bashful but Brianna was not, she pulled on my pants and boxers until I picked my butt up on the char for a moment and she got them down fast my knees. My blubber shielded some of my dick from view, probably making me look really short to her but to the girl's credit, she had a goal determined, and she was going to achieve it. She stood up, those breast just a foot from my face. I wanted to reach out and grab her, pull those breasts to my mouth and work them for the rest of my life. "Here, let me get it going . . ." Brianna licked a pair of fingers and began to masturbate, quickly bringing a whimper past her lips. She opened her eyes and looked down at me still staring at her breasts. She put one hand on the back of my head and stepped to me and pressed me into her right breast. Her nails scratched my hair on the back of my head. I suckled and began to cry. I masked it as well as I could but my shaking hands and quivering sucking must have shown through. My hands were gripping the arms of my chair until she pulled away a minute or so later. "We gotta get you out more Mr. ...

... Williams!" Brianna shamed me with a squeaky voice, her hand smooshing my face together to look like Chunk in the Goonies. She giggled again, and reached down and stroked my once from the bottom up as she laid her right leg over my thigh, her other leg up on her knee squeezed in next to my butt on the chair. She squinted her face as I felt my cock head rubbing along her pussy, her wetness on me. I jolted for a moment in my chair, "Whoaaaaa-ssshhhh" My voice caught in my throat. "Almost, got it, . . . there!" I heard Brianna say, her face bursting into an accomplished smile. How the fuck had she afforded braces for those teeth? How did she get these clothes? How did the lookers always end up with nice stuff? Maybe this was how I thought. "Hoooooooooooo jessshus!" I grunted out as I felt myself slip right into this little tart. I was still gripping the arms of the chair and Brianna put her hands on the top of my chair and began to go up and down. My brain was swimming. I knew I needed to push her off, but I knew I never would. I was just staring at her face. She was so fucking beautiful. I was feeling anxiety in my chest and I thought I might have a heart attack if I accepted the reality that her tight teen pussy had just allowed me in. "Jesus, cabron, work with me hear huh? You don't feel the rhythm? " I tried to stop my mindless jabbing at her, and tried to meet her downs with my ups. We got into a decent rhythm, but she was trying to ramp it up. "Can't you suck it in a little? ...